“I have no recollection of even so much as meeting him before coming before the ordaining Presbytery of which he was a member. 202 So far as the history of my life is concerned, he may find out the whole of it, if he so wishes. It wouldn’t make very interesting reading, though. Miss Fox,”––his voice took on the quality of his earnestness,––“if you have any way of finding out what the actual cause is for the conditions in my church, I shall do all in my power to make amends, providing the fault is mine.”
“Why don’t you go to him? He might be reasonable, and listen to you.”
“Didn’t I go to him? Didn’t I try to find out what I had done till you and the doctor forbid my coming again?”
“I don’t mean Father. Why don’t you go to Mr. Means?”
“Would you, if you were in my position?”
She shook her head decidedly. “But I don’t like him.”
“Perhaps that may be my reason, too.”
“But I thought all ministers had to love everybody.”
“We might love the man, but not his ways.”
“There’s no merit in saying a thing like 203 that when a man and his ways are one and the same thing, as is the case with Mr. Means.”